The Stranger In The Lifeboat A Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Carefully, they load our brothers’ bodies safely into the boat. “We have to move quickly,” Noah says as he approaches me, an unfamiliar man walking beside him. The stranger looks barely 21, and from his looks, it’s clear he isn’t a part of the village—he looks too foreign. “Serafino might send in reinforcements. We have maybe four hours tops.” I nod in response. “And this is…” leaving the sentence hanging for the young man to introduce himself. “My name is Jack.” “Ah, you lead the rebel group,” I say upon realizing who he was. “Thank you for your assistance. Your boat will arrive soon, and I’ve chartered a plane to bring everyone back. Are you sure of your decision to come with us?”

Even in this blurry view, I know who is that someone in an instant. The long black hair flailing from her head. No one in that lifeboat has that kind of feature other than one that I saved. It was Sena. Her head still pop-outs from the door of the lifeboat struggling from getting restrain. "Mike!" I can barely hear her faint voice from here. Amazingly, I can even hear her from here. I can hear a faint male voice but I don't know who might it be so I decided to ignore it. Ah... She was been pulled inside. This time she didn't pop out her head anymore showing that she was now been fully restrained.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

“I have a very big problem, but I don't know if it's appropriate for me to tell you or not. But I did this because I no longer know who to tell it to." Jake started to tell the old man. “Starting from my worries and where I also love a woman who is the wife of my brother. I really don't know why I have such feelings for her. Even though she was someone's wife in the end I did everything I could to get her back, I immediately became blindsided when I carried out the action with dark eyes I almost killed someone who prevented my actions. However, he instead reported it to the police so that it made my life uneasy now, had to run here and there to seek protection so that they would not be found

He explained. "She never did like being alone. I guess someone finally made her feel ugly, good job," I harshly said. "No matter what I say, you are going to find something bad to say about her, aren't you?." He noted. "Pretty much. I don't like her, but I have no choice but to go to her wedding because she is family." I said conclusively. Just as I finished talking, the plane gave a rough jolt, knocking some of the passenger's drinks off the unstable tables to the plane's floor. The seat thief retreated to his position of fear.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

Livvy said again. "Yes, dear, we should cross now before it gets too dark. Our boat is ready." Arthur opened his mouth. They had just arrived from Canada and Wilson was waiting for them. "Yes! Nice to meet you both. We have to cross now. We live on the other side of the island." Livvy immediately explained that to Hayle who looked quite interested. "Oh! Alright. I hope we can meet again." "Yes! I'm here every few weeks for my kids' business, so I guess we'll see each other often." Livvy smiled sweetly. "Alright, say goodbye!"

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.